Series: Cobalt Empire Series by Krista Ritchie
Total pages in book: 220
Estimated words: 215301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1077(@200wpm)___ 861(@250wpm)___ 718(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 215301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1077(@200wpm)___ 861(@250wpm)___ 718(@300wpm)
His fingers trailed down the script tattoo on my bicep. The words play on. “We both love Shakespeare,” he said. “So we should name the album after my favorite quote.”
“Your favorite quote.” My brows rose. “The band is already your middle name, nepo baby.”
“Yeah, but hear me out before you dismiss it. I actually think you’ll like it.”
I doubted, but I told him, “Let’s hear it.” I anticipated him making a show of it. Standing on the mattress. Towering over me. Instead, he crawled on top of me. Straddled my waist. His elbows rested on either side of my head, and his lips hovered over mine. His gaze flittered around the edges of my face, and his words were feather-light as he spoke.
“‘It is my soul that calls upon my name,’” he recited. “‘How silver-sweet sound lovers’ tongues by night, Like softest music to attending ears.’”
My heart hammered in my chest.
My breath stolen.
My love his.
“Silver Sweet,” he told me. “That’s the name of the album.”
There was no question. As soon as I heard it, I knew he was right.
I stare at the mock cover of the marble statue on fire. It’s lustful, destructive, intense, and the contrast of Silver Sweet in the corner fastens my eyes to the imagery and doesn’t let go.
“I love the dichotomy,” Tom says before I even speak. “The discord between the sweet and the fire. It reminds me of you.”
I’m too caught off guard and stunned to respond.
He starts drafting an email reply. He does this thing where he moves his head back-and-forth while he types, and the guy currently has his head on. My. Lap. He is unconsciously rubbing my cock.
I breathe deeply through my nose.
I can’t take it anymore. I reach over and undo the button of his jeans. Tom’s fingers go still on the keyboard, and I slide my hand below his waistband, underneath the cotton of his black boxer-briefs. I caress him from base to tip.
“Fuck.” He catches a groan in his throat, and his eyes flit up to me. “Phoenix.”
Yeah, we’re in his living room. But it’s 1 a.m., and all of his brothers are in their bedrooms. And it’s not like we’re fucking. I have my hand down Tom’s pants. It would take half a second to remove it.
But Tom is looking at me like I just stripped him bare in the middle of the room.
“You want me to stop?” I ask him.
He shakes his head. The motion, a pleasure to my dick. Fuck.
“Finish the email then,” I tell him.
He draws a sharp breath between his teeth while returning to the laptop. I work him with more force.
“Fuck, dude…” He squirms and tries to concentrate as he types. His eyes veer over to a bedroom hallway, then back to the screen.
His fingers start to move faster over the keys. When he hits send, he slams the laptop shut and slides it onto the coffee table.
His hand reaches up to the back of my neck, trying to pull my head down to meet him. But I draw back in resistance.
“Phoenix,” he says into a low groan.
“Say what you want,” I whisper.
He’s glaring. But there’s something so fucking hot about watching Tom, arrogant fucking Tom, get aroused by being obedient to me.
“I want you to fuck off,” Tom says through gritted teeth. I slide my hand faster along his shaft, and he clasps my shirt with a fist. His feet kick against the couch cushion. He tries tugging me down to him. I keep resisting.
“You know what happens every time I do what I fucking want to you?” I finally lower my head inches above his mouth. “You get so fucking hard, nepo baby.” He hardens even more in my hand. “Just like that.”
His nose flares again, but his lips upturn. “Go ahead,” he whispers with a choked noise that has my blood pooling south. “Take your time. You think I’m scared of being caught?”
No. I think he’s getting off on the danger.
I’m getting off seeing his smile vanish and his mouth open in a hitched breath.
Pleasure coats his face.
I crush my lips against his in a hungered kiss.
He’s fisting my shirt. I’m gripping him so hard that he comes undone underneath me in the next second. A groan strangles his throat, and when his body starts shuddering, I rip my mouth off his. Just so I can bend forward and wrap my lips around his shaft while he comes. Fuck yes.
He fills my mouth, and I swallow it down easily.
Tom is all hot, heavy breaths, and I’m rock hard beneath him.
Sitting up, I grab my shirt by the back collar and pull it off. I ball the fabric and clean him up better.
We both tense at the sound of creaking floorboards and the switch of a light down the hallway. One of his older brothers is probably using the bathroom. Tom quickly zips up his pants, and I throw the used shirt in my backpack.